She unearthed a sleeping pill from her purse, turned on the fan, chose a sarong and climbed into bed. There was a scattering of relatives in Colombo, but she had not contacted them to let them know she was returning. The return of the prodigal.'Īn hour later he shook hands energetically with her at the door of the small house they had rented for her. 'Toddy!' He laughed, continuing his conversation. Without touching a single suitcase he organized the loading of the bags into the car. Is Gabriel's Saloon still there for head massages?' Maybe drink some toddy before it gets too late. Look, do you mind if I don't talk in the car on the way into Colombo - I'm jet-lagged. 'How long has it been? You were born here, no?' She struggled with her suitcases but he offered no help. As soon as her passport with the light-blue UN bar was processed, a young official approached and moved alongside her.
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